hey perry you missed me in the count, i also voted DRTJR...though i'm thinking about changing. i know we really need a day one lynch, but i'd hate it if we got a townie instead of a mafian. though i'm curious....why are you so adamant on saving DRTJR outlaw?

I am in favor of the Day 1 Lynch, however it seems that everyone is voting for DRTJR simply because he likes Vaati though I can't speak for everyone. Though if there is a detail or something in a past game in which everyone is going by then ok. I would rather choose more randomly, but I have changed my vote to DRTJR simply because voting elsewhere wouldn't matter.

I'm not voting DRTJR due to him liking Vaati, I'm happy he is dedicated to his cause and normally would encourage it. I'm voting him due to he really doesn't seem to ever want to contribute to what why or who is in question, other than just say what consequences or repercussion of our actions.

The townies gathered quickly, much to the surprise of everyone. Where a normal witchhunt starts slowly, the town was confident in the leads it had uncovered. And now they demanded answers.DRTJR was backed in an alley by an angry mob of goomba’s and koopa’s, carrying torches, pitchforks and fairy rods. He didn’t saw any other outcome.He’d have to fight.

He sighed and reached in his pocket. It was the only one he found in this place. He hoped it’d be enough.”SHIELDON, USE METAL SOUND!”DRTJR threw his pokeball amidst the mob, and ran for it, while his pokemon emitted a horrible screech that all but paralyzed the goomba’s and koopa’s. As he left the crowd behind him he called back his Shieldon and ran for it.

”Marth, are you mad?” his partner Ike exclaimed.”Not at all.” he replied.”with all these recent attacks we need to install more defences around the city.”“Yes but…..a ballista?” Ike asked.“There’s nothing wrong with a ballista to use as defense.”“You know only archers can use those right?”“Yeah.”“Do you think people as short as the princess’ royal guard can even hold a bow?”“…………”Ike sighed, and walked back. “Just get rid of it. I’ll report back.”Marth groaned and leaned on the balista, causing it to ride slowly downhill………

DRTJR smirked as he had fled to the outskirts of the city. As he looked over his shoulder he saw he had outrun the mob. It was about as intens as outrunning a horde of angry tauros.He considered what he should do now. Going back to Kanto? Check out this new Unova thing? Clearly the mushroom kingdom wasn’t a place for people from Kanto.He looked around. He needed a flying type. He could get out in mere moments if---”URK!”In the mere moment he looked around he saw a wooden instrument about to roll him over, but he managed to stay upright. As he looked down he saw the spear had pierced him. As soon as he would move, the wound would start bleeding.”How…..How did it even…..” he groaned, with his face rappidly growing pale. He reached back in his pocket and called out Shieldon.”G-get help free little guy….” DRTJR panted. The Shieldon looked around confused and hopped away.DRTJR bit his teeth. He realized he would die here if he wouldn’t move. He pushed back the heavy balista and limped away from his position. He gasped for air. The wound hurt even more now the arrow was removed.

He limped a few steps before losing his balance.”P-please…….help….” he wheezed to a unrecognizable silhouette approaching him.The goomba jumped atop of him, and put DRTJR out of his misery.

He then looked in disgust at his bloody shoes and walked away. Shieldon ran away.

Fedaykin opened the door to his apartment, allowing his guest to enter. His guest looked amazed around the room. It was a modest old house, with plenty of weird artifacts and books, most of which the guest didn’t even recognize. The house seemed littered with it.”Please, have a seat.” Fedaykin said to his guest, as he went to get a cup of tea.His guest sat down, observing his host, who seemed rather excited.”I’m glad you could come at such a short notice.” Fedaykin said, returning with 2 cups of tea.”Any time…” his guest said, reaching for the sugar.”What did you want to talk to me about?”

”The the recent murders.” said Feday drinking from his tea.His guest didn’t say anything, and drank another sip.”The murders….while appearing random. I do believe they are all connected.””Are you certain?” his guest asked, adding another spoonfull of sugar to his tea.”The timeframe is too short for it to be a coincidence.” Fedaykin said pondering.”What are they planning to achieve?“From the looks of it? I’d say civil war at best, and anarchy at worst…….Either way; they must be stopped.”His guest seemed to think for a moment.”That sounds plausible….The one thing I can’t figure out though……” he said,”Who managed to take out that old fungus.”“Toadsworth?”“Exactly....Who was that, and why didn’t he take the princess.”Fedaykin finished his tea.”I don’t know anyone personally with wings……As for taking Toadsworth instead of the princess……I’d say that was a mistake made under pressure.

Feday stood up and wanted to get his guest a snack.”You know……” his guest said.”I am impressed with your progress so far. But I am still not sure why you would need my help.”Fedaykin stopped and looked back.”You did a lot of good in Dreamland untill somehow anarchy broke out…..I hope you will be a valueble asset to the Kingdom as well.”His guest began to laugh, much to Feday’s dismay. His small and sharp teeth were shining.”Anarchy somehow broke out!? You sell me short Feday…….it was hard work.”“What are you--”“This kingdom will burn…..” his guest said.”Like dreamland before it.”Fedaykin backed off as his guest leaned closer……..

The police arrived as soon as they heard a suspicious figure had visited Feday, but they were too late.Fedaykin was sitting in his chair, the cup of tea still warm on the table, blood dripping on the floor from bitewounds on his neck and chest.

Requiem walked trough the alleys of the immigrant district. It took a lot of getting used to his form, but he was doing well. He’d draw a lot less attention to himself, or so he hoped.”Now all I have to do is—“His internal monologue got cut of as he saw someone moving from the corner of his eye.”Is anyone there?”He backed off slowly but stopped dead in his tracks, as something wrapped around his neck. He gasped for breath as he was pulled back.”Where is he?” grunted a low voice behind him.”I-I have no idea who you’re—URK!” Requiem squirmed as he squeezed his neck tighter. He couldn’t breathe.”You know who I’m looking for damnit……Where…..is…..he.”“Gargh………..Gah……can’t……….Ican’t…..”The grip around his neck loosened up a little, and Requiem gasped for air.”I-I have no idea who you’re looking for…..”The man behind him clearly had no time for this and squeezed again.Requiem however changed the shape of his neck and head, while running off. He wanted to live. He had too----

Requiem once again hit the floor, as an axe hit him in the back of his head. He was dead before feeling the impact of the ground. The man who interogated him disappeared from the scene.

Requiem was killed

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Someone was skulking in the shadows

Someone was looking for someone else.

Someone had to stop

Someone was protected

A crate dropped

Someone was riding round town

Someone took controlDAY 2 ENDS WEDNESDAY 17;00 GMT+01

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